Winter to Spring: A Journey of Trust and Renewal

A warm wind brushes my cheeks.
I tilt my head up to the sky,
the sun’s warmth embracing my entire being—
a welcome after a dark winter.

I close my eyes and listen
to birds chattering,
busy about their day,
preparing for new life to emerge.
A distant bumblebee hums,
searching for the first spring flowers.

I exhale,
releasing all the worry of winter—
the wondering whether I would make it,
whether the darkness would swallow me whole.

The sun on my face suddenly vanishes,
hidden behind a cloud.
I open my eyes—
a rain shower approaches.
I close them again.

In an instant, I am covered in icy wind,
cleansed by what feels like a winter shower—
cold and sharp.
My body tenses.
I breathe in deeply
and make an effort to relax.

I embrace the cold.
I embrace the winter winds.
And I open my eyes—

a red kite hovering overhead,
gliding with the wind,
no resistance,
only trust.

I close my eyes again,
and I remember.

I remember how much I froze,
how much I hid away,
how much I broke under the pressure.

But through it all,
I found a light—
a strength I had never known before.
One that lets go,
that puts faith and trust first,
that allows itself to be supported
and move forward.

The sun breaks through the winter shower.
I am warmed once again,
and reminded—

that spring is the clearing
of what I cannot carry with me,
of what I must let go of.

That nothing is ever permanent.
Things will always change.

But how I show up is my choice,
my responsibility.

And I choose to glide,
to surrender,
to move with the currents of life.